Under the Net by Iris Murdoch
Iris Murdoch is one of the handful of writers who I return to with regular irregularity. Like Graham Greene, VirginiaContinue Reading
Iris Murdoch is one of the handful of writers who I return to with regular irregularity. Like Graham Greene, VirginiaContinue Reading
Until yesterday, when I read the last 100 pages of Jesse Armstrong’s Love, Sex & Other Foreign Policy Goals, IContinue Reading
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So, am back in London and have a little over an hour in which to wash, shave, iron clothes, cleanContinue Reading
I don’t really understand what is the fucking point of this dull novel. Ursula Le Guin’s The Dispossessed is aContinue Reading
Last night, as I wandered between bars and cafes in Taksim, North of the Golden Horn, I read most ofContinue Reading
I’m writing this on an aeroplane to Istanbul, off for a “mimibreak”*. Treating myself to a trip, all on myContinue Reading
I haven’t read a play for a while. I used to read plays all the time, it was one ofContinue Reading
I picked this up a while ago from a secondhand bookshop somewhere, shortly after reading Jonathan Coe’s Like A FieryContinue Reading
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Well, it is good. It’s good. It’s possibly great, but it’s definitely good. Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend is basicallyContinue Reading
I’m going on a trip to Russia in about six weeks, so have begun my travel research. Unlike normal people,Continue Reading
I know I should be spending my free time writing something that isn’t this blog. I know I should haveContinue Reading
I decided to read another one of the tiny little Penguin Classics. This one, How To Use Your Enemies byContinue Reading
Sometimes I read novels where I can’t really see why they were written. Novels that say very little to meContinue Reading
I often state that me taking more than a week to read anything, irrelevant of size, is a sign thatContinue Reading
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I haven’t read a novel by the “other” Murakami for years. In my long and distant and pre-blogging past, IContinue Reading
A few weeks ago I went for a day trip, alone, with Karl Ove Knausgaard’s Dancing Is The Dark. Here’sContinue Reading
I don’t know if anyone else likes little books as much as I do, but I’ve been particularly charmed recentlyContinue Reading
I like Biblical novels. So much so that I wrote one*, and so much so that after reading about ten/twenty,Continue Reading
A very easy way of gauging how much I’ve enjoyed a book is how long it takes me to readContinue Reading
Getting Colder by Amanda Coe is a great, contemporary novel. It is fun, quite haunting in places and it isContinue Reading
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Jean-Paul Sartre is another one of those hip, nihilistic-type novelists than whiney, depressive young men read in-between bouts of binge-drinkingContinue Reading
The Wake by Paul Kingsnorth was a surprising literary hit of 2014. Not a “literary hit” in that it soldContinue Reading
I thoroughly enjoyed The Paying Guests, which was a relief as the last book I read was DIRE. I’d neverContinue Reading
Byron Easy by Jude Cook is the least enjoyable book I’ve read in ages, and the first one I haveContinue Reading
The biggest tragedy in Malcolm Lowry’s life (in his own opinion) was when the lakeside shack he lived in burnedContinue Reading
Volume 2 of Marcel Proust’s giant novel, In Search of Lost Time, is a joy to read. I don’t knowContinue Reading
I’m going to be honest, I did not get what the point of Molloy was. Oooh, it was Beckettian; itContinue Reading
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I have read Kate Zambreno’s Green Girl for my book club, and will now write a review in two parts.Continue Reading
Joe Sacco’s wordless, 8 metre long panorama of the first day of the Battle of the Somme is a harrowingContinue Reading
Virginia Woolf’s famous non-fiction treatise on ‘Women and Fiction’, A Room of One’s Own, is an embarrassingly prescient text aboutContinue Reading
Well, I just wrote a huge, gushing review of this and then my computer crashed and deleted it. So, withContinue Reading
The Chairs Are Where The People Go is a strange book, and a highly-acclaimed one. It’s semi-written by Sheila Heti, authorContinue Reading
Well, this is a rather painfully depressing read. Life, End of was Christine Brooke-Rose’s final novel, one written in herContinue Reading
I don’t really feel I need to hide it any more – I love the novels of Graham Greene. ThisContinue Reading
Arthur Miller’s 1967 collection of stories, I Don’t Need You Any More, contains one of the finest pieces of short fictionContinue Reading
I first read about Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon’s comic Preacher at the 2014 British Library exhibition, Comics Unmasked. OfContinue Reading
The Abominable Goat by Stephen Lister is a truly odd novel, and one that arrived in my possession in aContinue Reading
Other than having an excellent cover, this 1975 collection of poems by Gavin Ewart, Zulfikar Ghose and B. S. JohnsonContinue Reading
Boris Pasternak was the author of Doctor Zhivago, which I didn’t realise when I picked up this slim novella aboutContinue Reading
Both the blurb and the author biography of my 1980s edition of Jacob’s Room by Virginia Woolf state that thisContinue Reading
Last night I cut my hand in several places on a broken champagne flute, and to recuperate took myself offContinue Reading
Margaret Drabble is not a novelist I’ve read before. To be honest, I’m mainly aware of her for being withinContinue Reading
Like most pretentious teenagers who go on to study English Literature as an undergraduate then sink into an unhappy morassContinue Reading
I’ve never gotten on well with Ezra Pound’s poems. Though a staple within the pretentious anthologies I used to readContinue Reading


















































